The Springtime of My Soul

Based on one of the truest stories I know.  (by the way, I wrote this after the sonnet form, though it doesn’t match precisely)


The Springtime of My Soul

The spring is late this year and winter’s reign,
Has lingered far beyond its right domain,
Yet now the spring is here and nonetheless,
Breaks into song with eager joyfulness.

Far longer on my heart has winter lain,
A darkness like eternal snow and rain,
Yet now the sky that was a vengeful grey,
Has dawned into a blue and cloudless day.

The storm subsides at last and is no more,
And with it dies the darkness that I bore,
The fear and black despair at once depart,
Before this hope that blossoms in my heart.

The seasons of my soul are come to spring,
And gone is winter’s lonely wandering.

© Samuel Birrer and Serendipity, 2014.

About SamBirrer

Professional chemist and amateur writer with a love of learning. Trying to live with a Scout Mindset:
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